Page 107 of Victor's Lethal Desire
He grips my ass with both hands and spreads my cheeks. I feel his warm tongue on me instantly, a new sensation I've never felt before. My eyes widen, my breath catching.
"Oh," I say, smiling despite the shock. "That... feels... Damn, that feels good."
He runs circles around my hole, his tongue wet and insistent, and I moan, my head dropping forward. Then he bites my cheek gently, his teeth grazing my skin, and lifts his head.
"All of you belongs to me now," he says, positioning himself behind me.
His hands grip my hips, his cock pressing against the entrance of my vagina.
"Ready for me?"
I nod, my breath coming fast.
My head shoots up as I'm stretched instantly. He's so hard, so thick. The burn is immediate, but I take him better than I did the first time, my body remembering, adjusting to accommodate him.
"Fuck, you feel so good, baby," he says, sliding in and out of me slowly at first. "Perfect. So perfect for me."
I grip the sheets as I relax my head and grind my hips back against him, taking him deeper. The stretching relaxes into an erotic feeling that's more than I can even put into words. It's overwhelming and all-consuming. It's almost like I can't even think, my body too focused on experiencing the pleasure it's getting.
As Victor thrusts, he keeps one hand on my hip while the other slides across my back and fists my hair, yanking my head upward. The pain is thrilling, a sharp contrast to the pleasure, and I moan as he increases his pace.
"That's my good girl. Take me. Take all of me," he says, crashing into me harder.
I lick my lips, my body craving everything he's giving me. The dominance, the possession, the raw need.
I start to feel the second orgasm build, and I tense up, my walls closing around his cock. It's instinct, my body reacting to the mounting pressure.
"Oh, you’re so tight, baby," he says, his voice strained.
"Yeah?" I smile and clench again deliberately. "You like?"
"Holy fuck, Danika," he says, his grip on my hair tightening. "That squeeze is fucking intense. Do it again."
I do, and he growls low in his throat, the sound primal and rough. Doing this actually makes me feel him more, too. So while I might be pushing him closer to breaking, I'm also bringing myself closer. My body is a live wire, every nerve ending on fire.
I start taking deep breaths as my body begins to tingle, the sensation spreading from where he's pounding into me out to my fingertips and toes.
Victor works me harder and harder, each thrust making me feel like I'm moving an inch closer to the headboard. The bed creaks beneath us, the sound mixing with our gasps and moans.
"Come with me," I say, squeezing down on him again.
He tugs at my hair, and his breath starts growing ragged, his control slipping. I can feel it in the way his thrusts become more erratic, more desperate.
My eyes roll back, and I shatter. I scream, stars flashing across my vision as the orgasm rips through me like lightning.
He grunts, too, and buries himself deep inside me. I fall forward from the thrust onto the bed with him on top, fucking me through it as we both come together. His movements slow but don't stop, and I feel his cock twitching, emptying his come deep inside me. God, it feels so good. I bite my bottom lip and grind gently, milking everything out of him.
After a few moments, he slides out and lies next to me, both of us breathing hard. We're tangled in the sheets, the jet humming around us. I turn and rest my head on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my cheek.
The world outside this bed doesn't exist right now. It's just us, the warmth of his skin, the rise and fall of his chest.
But slowly, reality creeps back in.
I run my fingertips up and down his stomach, feeling the defined muscles tense under my touch. The silence is comfortable, but there are things I can't avoid.
"I don't know how to do this," I say in a low tone.
Victor's chest rumbles with a laugh. "Do what? Because you're pretty good at what we just did."
